Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
The duplex has two bedrooms and two bathrooms but the bathroom in the hallway is the only one with an actual bathtub and shower combo. In my bathroom, it's only a small shower, and it was never a problem until now.
"I don't think we'll fit," I tell him.
He steps up to my back, urging me to walk deeper into the small bathroom.
"Just means we'll have to get really close."
He waits, with his hands on my hips, while I turn on the water, explaining that it seems to take forever for it to warm. Right now, with him pressing his lips to my skin, it manages to take even longer.
Just as he promised about our closeness, the man doesn't give me an inch of space as we shower.
I try not to focus on the intimacy of it. This isn't something I can get used to and it definitely isn't something I should even want in my life. This is an escape, a night of pleasure, and it has to end long before the sun comes up. That's when I have to return to reality and the world where I'm responsible for a little girl who deserves more than I'll ever be able to give her.
We don't even bother drying off once our soapy hands have explored nearly every inch of the other's body. His mouth is on mine when he picks me up and carries me, dripping water on the floor, to my bed.
I swear the man looks like he's going to shove inside of me without putting on a condom and damn both of us to hell, I don't know that I would stop him.
Being the only one with a functioning brain cell left, he pulls his mouth from my nipple and climbs off the bed. I watch him every step of the way, drinking in the sight of him as he makes his way back to his clothes.
Catching me watching him, he does some helicopter, frat-boy shit. He locks his eyes on me, stroking the length of himself with a punishing grip.
"Come here," I beg, crawling to the end of the bed when he captures a drop of precum on his finger.
Thick thighs and strong calves carry him to me. The man is either a mind reader or we both want the same thing because he dips that wet finger inside my mouth. I feel the groan that erupts from his chest all the way to the center of me.
I look up, watching his jaw drop when I suck his finger deeper into my mouth.
"Goddamnit," he grumbles when his finger pops free.
I reach for his cock when he begins to bend down so he can kiss me.
If I get lost in the man's kiss again, I don't know that I'll be able to refocus on him rather than taking everything he has to offer for myself.
"If you—fuck, Claire."
I smile around his cock, letting the potent salty taste of him coat my tongue before pulling him deeper.
"Swear to God," he curses, but he doesn't quite get to the part of issuing the actual threat.
I feel powerful in this moment. I don't feel like the poor widow woman whose husband died and left her in such a dark place that even though I can't give up, I know I'll never be able to get out from under the darkness he left behind.
His fingers delve into my hair, but he does nothing to try and restrain or control my movements. He wants me to give this to him on my terms, not forcing his own needs. It doesn't stop him from rolling his hips when I scrape my teeth lightly down the sensitive underside of his cock. He praises me with a jet of precum that makes me wish he was pulsing inside of me.
"Claire," he says, his tone broken and begging.
I pull back, licking my lips as I look up at him.
Done with letting me dictate how tonight goes, he scoops his hands under my arms and centers me on the bed. A second later, his mouth is making its way down the length of my body. He tastes and samples my skin, lapping at my nipples before tracing his tongue around my bellybutton, something I never found sexy until he did it.
I spread my legs when he urges them apart, falling a little in love with the man and the size of his body in contradiction to mine. In this bed with him, I don't have to be the strong one. I don't have to be the protector and the decision maker. I let all of those duties go, hand them over to him, and trust that he'll take care of me the way I need to be.
My back arches, head dipping into my pillow when his mouth covers my pussy. He doesn't give me a chance to acclimate before swiping at my clit with this tongue.